"Yeah, I know. Old enough to join the army, but not old enough to drink. America's weird like that." He shrugged. Even Billy'd been drunk more than a few times back home, so it wasn't as though it was working all that well.

"Sounds like absinthe," he noted, and he gave Cobb a curious look, cheeks warm from the drink. "So you're from the same...universe as the...Jedi people, right?"